Hey there, I'm TJ! My sister is a professional writer, so I can't help but try to write. I'm not the best, there's definately room for improvement... but, that's what I'm trying to do... you know, improve! So, yeah, please leave a review and help me. I'd really appreciate it. Danke!
Chapter 1
Alexandria closed the door with a soft click, she looked up at the apartment building and blew a kiss to the fourth story window on the far right.
"Me luv, mum." She whispered in the still night air.
She turned away and looked to the city. Open, full of possibilities and oppurtunities just waiting for her. Sure, she was nervous, all runaways are their first night, but she'd be just fine, she had her blades, right?
Her two knives had been a thirteenth birthday present from her uncle, before he'd got whooping cough and died. A pity really, even though she hadn't seen him much, she had liked him.
He had given her the best present you can you can in New York: Protection. Alex couldn't count the number of times she'd scared away some mugger with her beautiful knives. They really were pretty, black leather-bound handles, medium length blades, with smooth silver edges meeting at a keen-as-ice point. She loved them, and had become quite good with them in the two odd yars she'd had them.
Alex walked along the eerily deserted city streets. She glanced at her watch... 2:17. She'd better get moving before her parents noticed her absence. She wondered vaguely if they'd miss her, but that was a ridiculous, they wouldn't have to take care of her anymore... they'd be really glad.
As she walked she planned what was next, she'd better go to Manhatten or Brooklyn, or even Midtown, She'd just head that way and stay wherever she collapsed from exhaustion.
She figured on finding a job, but they were hard to come by around that time, she'd probably end up working as a thief of some sort. "Can't get much woise" She spoke to herself, and nearly jumped when her voice penetrated the silence.
After wandering about three hours, she she got tired and leaned against a statue of some old guy, she slid to the ground and glimpsed a plaque on the side, saying something about 'Going west, boy'. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep.
That was incredibly short... and dull. maybe it'll get more interesting later.
Reviews are like cookies: I live off 'em! feed the hungry!